Epiphany

It may be a bad time to decide that my sole calling in life is to be a sushi chef. Merde and dommage. In other news, I managed to remain intact despite going and defiantly eating homemade rainbow salad (it had all the colours, even black) in the ghettos of Marseille and only encountering a postman dressed as jar jar binks. Marseille is about 1642 times better than Aix but also about the same amount more rapey and intimidating. I’ve also indulged in humouring the casual objectification of hoes – “trashiest hoe gets a free beer” (I won, obviously, shut up) regardless of the balls to the floor glacial climes. 5 WEEKS TILL I COME BACK WOOOONDSJAKGNFANGFA